You Know We'll Meet LOTS of Friends

*Dægmar* · 01-02-2015, 11:18 PM

Dægmar had to admit she missed this cantankerous old curmudgeon and she let out a laugh as he turned to speak with her. The woman offered a wink, "Well, I am known for my strong stomach." She watched him recoil from her scent and that only made her want to throw herself on him, just to tease, just to watch him writhe with his own uncomfortable heat. It was only fair after all. Why did the women always get the raw deal? However, Dægmar stayed where she was and just kept grinning. "Oh, I'm not worried. I can take care of myself quite well and it's funny you should say so since I've been wondering where you've been."

The militant woman moved to sit down, tail curling around her paws and lightly dusting the snow before she let out a barking laugh. "NO, I haven't. It's been absolutely ridiculous but I've decided I don't care. I'll be a traveling mercenary if I must but you can find more battle in a pack. Opponents galore and if your'e lucky even war. But…. here's hoping this pack actually sticks around for awhile. I've almost half a mind to challenge for my own if I thought I could actually rule it. Anywya… how have you been? Get into anything interesting? Oh… and we really should do something about your trespassing habit. I'm supposed to be maiming you on sight but for fun let's say you're interested in joining, mm?"

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